Yesterday, 06:08 PM
She crawled on top of him further than she had been before. Her hand still around his throat. The dare in her eyes as she told him her power came from submitting. Never for a day in his life could he see her submit, see Oriena submit. Her name etched on his brain as she dared him to take the power that was offered. She didn't offer it, but someone had. Or something.
The shard in his had was warm, no longer the cool slick glass he'd treasured. There was fire inside, he'd always known. He'd always been drawn to the fire. It wasn't so much as he looked for the dark light that shimmered just out of reach, but it found him. It had always been there, nagging at him. Taunting him.
Oriena dared him to captured it with a mental strangle hold. To control it. To make it his own.
Sasha gripped the melted glass shard in the palm of his hand tighter, a small trickle of blood fell as it broke the skin of his palm where it had broken when it had fallen before. The pain fueled his grasp, the memory of the second attack. The power came almost too easily as he claimed it. The fire Oriena had started roared to towering heights. Where they had been bathed partially in shadows they now were rimmed with a fiery orange hue as the fire burned hotter.
Sasha poured more power into the flame before letting it wink out. Emboldened by the power, fear held little meaning in that first moment as he reached up and grabbed the collar of Oriena's coat and pulled her towards him and seized a kiss from her liips.
The shard in his had was warm, no longer the cool slick glass he'd treasured. There was fire inside, he'd always known. He'd always been drawn to the fire. It wasn't so much as he looked for the dark light that shimmered just out of reach, but it found him. It had always been there, nagging at him. Taunting him.
Oriena dared him to captured it with a mental strangle hold. To control it. To make it his own.
Sasha gripped the melted glass shard in the palm of his hand tighter, a small trickle of blood fell as it broke the skin of his palm where it had broken when it had fallen before. The pain fueled his grasp, the memory of the second attack. The power came almost too easily as he claimed it. The fire Oriena had started roared to towering heights. Where they had been bathed partially in shadows they now were rimmed with a fiery orange hue as the fire burned hotter.
Sasha poured more power into the flame before letting it wink out. Emboldened by the power, fear held little meaning in that first moment as he reached up and grabbed the collar of Oriena's coat and pulled her towards him and seized a kiss from her liips.